Monday, April 24, 2006

Paging Dr. Freud

I had that dream again last night.

You know, the one where I'm standing in the middle of Wrigley Field wearing only my watermelon-print Gap boxer shorts, trying to knit a Clapotis out of Rowan Kidsilk Haze with one broken needle. I look up, and the stands are full of screaming people. Then I realize it's 40,000 Lily Chins yelling at me to knit faster, knit faster.

Every Lily is working a crochet hook the size of a Louisville Slugger, producing a gigantic swatch of "Nolita" that streams onto the field like a tidal wave. I drop my needles and try to run, but the flood picks me up and carries me right over the top of the bleachers and suddenly all of Wrigleyville is inundated by "a fun dusting of eyelash." I start screaming for everybody to head for the lake, but when we get there Rick Mondragon is waiting on a giant scallop shell dressed as the Little Mermaid and holding an Uzi. He pulls the trigger and this jet of cheap bouclé shoots out at us and Mayor Daley screams, "All is lost!" And then I wake up.

I like the greens even better spun up. If I were eight years old, I would have faked being sick this morning so I could stay home from school and ply this.

It's good thing I didn't knit as a child. I'd have been a complete delinquent, hanging out in the alley behind the yarn store, huffing Kookaburra Wash, trying to score a bit of cashmere from the big kids.

35 comments:

Franklin: I am envious of the quality of your spinning. I have just embarked on learning the use of the drop spindle and feel particular connection with your earlier cartoon providing an annotated look at your drop splindling experience. It reminds me of the importance of humour when I look at the yarn(?) I am slowly producing.

Apparently, the word of the day is envy...I envy you finding a place of comfort in your post-Catholicism meanderings. If I may ask, what reading did you find most useful prior to embarking on your current exploration of Buddhist meditation?

Oh lawdy, that is one seriously disturbing dream. I'm not sure the world needs ONE Lily Chin, let alone 40,000. And the Mondragon on the Halfshell, oh yuck. I'm a little concerned that your meditation is opening up some parts of your brain that should, um, maybe stay unopened. ;-)

dolores MUST be behind those dreams; is she slipping a mickey into your food? is that really tobacco in those cigarettes she smokes, or some other "herb"; could she be "dropping" her ashes into your evening beverage?

I would have to seriously consider therapy if LC and RM appeared in my dreams...

I don't spin. No, I don't. And I don't want to, either. That must be why I got two (TWO?) drop spindles and six (SIX!) colors of roving - in these delicious, giant cinnamon roll shaped ... uh, fluffy things ... at Stitches Midwest last summer.

The ONLY thing I was going to buy was some fascinating silk & stainless steel yarn from Habu. But then I saw the fluffy things... so vibrant, and just looking at me like all the puppies in the pound.

So I took them all home, and every now and then I make a little bit of string. But I don't spin, no, I don't. I can't. I won't. I'm not on the slippery slope (but I can see the edge from here).

lovely yarn, i am not sure what to say about the dream, except it made me laugh out loud...at work...requiring an explanation...it is very difficult to explain lily chin (et al dream references) to non-knitter/crocheters...i just sounded crazy. oh well, you are a very funny, funny man (in a good way:>)

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